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looters. They come out in droves at times like this. Security personnel have it under control.”
    How could she have forgotten for a second how dangerous it must be out here in the aftermath of such a catastrophic earthquake? How vulnerable Joshua would be without his newly adoptive mom and dad. And until Aiden and Lisabeth were located, Amelia was Joshua’s guardian, his protector. She couldn’t lose sight of that for even a second.
    “Hugh, please be sure your buddy Cuervo and the medics know who Joshua is when he’s checked over, just until I can get to him.” She pleaded with her eyes, her voice. Hell yes, she was shamelessly using that connection, that thread she’d sensed between them. Something shifted in his eyes when she mentioned Joshua, and damn it, she would use whatever she could to keep that baby safe. “It’s too easy for a child to get lost in this confusion. You know I’m right, and I realize you have to be exhausted. But he’s a helpless baby.”
    Hugh’s throat moved in a long swallow.
    She clung to his sleeve as two medics lifted her stretcher again. “I know you’ve already done so much for me.” She spoke faster, time running out. “I don’t have the right to ask for more, and I wouldn’t, except there’s no one else for me to turn to. Please, can you stay to be sure?”
    He shook his head slowly. “Amelia, you have to accept that the boy is d—”
    “No! I realize you don’t believe he’s alive but—”
    A cry cut through the mayhem, a lone piercing wail so different from the jaded horror all around them. The gasping sob of a child.
    Joshua.
    She squeezed her eyes closed in relief. He was alive. She wasn’t crazy. Thank you, God, her nephew was alive. She blinked back tears and stared back up at Hugh.
    Her hulking rescuer turned paler than any corpse.
    ***
    Hugh fought the urge to punch out.
    The major wouldn’t question him. He’d pulled his weight today. But it wasn’t exhaustion nailing his ass.
    Right now, he was scared shitless of the squirming kid being thrust toward him. Instinctively, Hugh took him with the sure hands of a father who’d cradled his own baby girl through colic, teething, night terrors, and scraped knees.
    He forced his focus on the present. On this child. A boy, a toddler, just as Amelia had said.
    Her nephew was really alive, in spite of the odds.
    His chocolate brown skin had lost some elasticity due to dehydration. The kid was covered in dirt and his own feces. But his eyes were wide, alert, and staring straight up at him. The boy—Joshua—reached a shaking little fist toward him. His dry, cracked cherub mouth moved with a raspy whisper of garbled baby talk.
    The weight and wriggle of him in Hugh’s hands felt too familiar. Too painful.
    He thrust the child at Cuervo. “Make sure they stay together. He’s hers.” Stuffing his fists into his pockets, he nodded to the gurney disappearing into a medical tent. “Amelia Bailey. She’s his aunt, adoption completed just before the earthquake.”
    “Right.” Cuervo secured the kid against his chest. “Will follow through. You should go back to the hooch, clean up, and sleep. You look like hell, by the way.”
    “Thanks. I’m outta here.” He pivoted on his heel. Away from the woman.
    Away from the kid smiling at him with six tiny teeth.
    His throat closed up.
    Major McCabe clapped him on the back. “You had us worried there for a while.”
    “When have I ever not come out okay?” He scanned the ruins for someplace to help, another mission to take on, the crazier the better, because sleep suddenly didn’t sound like a good idea, with nightmares sure to haunt him. Better to work himself unconscious instead. A good plan. It had carried him through the past five years just fine.
    “Hey.” McCabe snapped his fingers in front of Hugh’s face, drawing his attention back. “You can’t count on that kind of logic to carry you through forever. I should have your ass for not coming out after